Violet: Ralph Angel, you are not your father’s son. How dare you put the weight of the world on that boy.
Ralph Angel: Look, I’m doing what I think is best, Aunt Vi.
Violet: You can’t see that you are about to screw up your son’s life. Do you want that on your conscience? Hasn’t he been through enough of you and Darla’s shit? That’s a real question. I’m waiting.
Ralph Angel: With all due respect, I ain’t got to answer you, Aunt Vi. Not you, not Nova, not Charley. The only person I’ve got to answer is my damn self. So we done here? Look, I’m trying not to hang up on you, Aunt Vi. I’m trying.
Violet: Go ahead. You can’t hurt me more than you’ve done. You’ve done broke my heart already. You know deep down that boy is mine as much as he is yours, and how dare you take him away from me.
Ralph Angel: That’s not your son, Aunt Vi. That’s the problem. You ain’t his mama. You ain’t even a parent, Aunt Vi. Man, please don’t disrespect me on this phone. I’m trying to do the same. What you say matters, but it’s not the final word. Look, I appreciate all you’ve done, really I do, but you can’t keep telling me what I can and can’t do with my son.
Violet: Ralph Angel, you a damn shame, and your daddy would be ashamed of you. And you just proved today that with all of your huffing and puffing and strutting, you ain’t nothing but a boy yourself.